
EXECUTION

Intro
Lights off, mics up. No favors tonight.
Not cutting bodies—cutting masks. Fuck the filters.
This stage isn’t a chapel; it’s an audit.
Every receipt for your glory gets cashed right now.

Hook
We execute the image, not the soul.
Rip the bullshit halo and the PR script whole.
A crown is real gold—or take it the fuck off.
We execute the persona, not a life.
Kill the filter, bring the work to light.
If you’re hollow, you’re out. Enough talk.

Verse — Anya Taylor‑Joy
Glass-smile, chess‑move, all camera chessboards.
When the lamps die, your myth turns coward.
Stop treating the lens like a holy shield—enough acting holy.
If the craft is real, put the craft forward.
You’re not a frame‑locked saint, you’re an actor.
Say it with performance; everything else is noise.

Verse — Jisoo Kim
Sugar posters on every wall, copy‑paste sweetness.
Don’t run a slideshow on stage; the crowd isn’t clueless.
Drop the cute filler and stack the rehearsals.
Pull back the poses and show some discipline.
No more coasting on headlines—prove it live.
Hit hard or step aside; no pretending.

Verse — Jennie Kim
Mark‑up on style, markdown on effort. Ugly bargain.
Trending neon is rented; it fades as fast as it flashes.
Teammates grind while you hunt the camera angle?
Fuck the porcelain persona—the room wants presence.
Spare us the excuses; if the standard isn’t met, own it.
Skill meets the mic; mouthpiece clocks out.

Verse — Pranpriya Manobal
Logos wrapped on your wrist, your name turned trademark.
Red carpets like display cases, price tags on footsteps.
If it’s art, stop living like a mannequin in a window.
A scripted life looks cheap even in gold.
Don’t worship the room; don’t use songs as wallpaper.
Smash the rich‑kid filter, then talk about destiny.

Verse — Rosie Park
When the fader rises, don’t fall apart.
Less PR confetti, more backbone in melody.
A basket of excuses is worth less than one “I’ll train.”
Earn it backstage so the front lights don’t shake you.
Throw out the puffed‑up lines and empty gloss.
Let raw grain hold you up.

Bridge
This isn’t a sentence on people; it’s a purge of personas.
No rumors, no daggers—just volume and evidence.
The industry loves polish; art pays the bill first.
Listeners want the real; PR tricks are void tonight.
If you live on gimmicks, you’re first on the block.
A stage is a scale, not a filter factory.

Hook
We execute the image, not the soul.
Rip the bullshit halo and the PR script whole.
A crown is real gold—or take it the fuck off.
We execute the persona, not a life.
Kill the filter, bring the work to light.
If you’re hollow, you’re out. Enough talk.

Outro
Lights rise on a cleaner floor.
Five names stand—no scripts to hide behind.
Dump the masks in the backstage bin; leave the work out front.
Execution complete—the act is over; bring the skill.
Less chatter, more substance.
Don’t like it? Beat me with a better record.

EXECUTION

【引子】
远海尽头有一盏灯，我彻夜守着
指尖只抓住空气，心却全被潮水浸透
王森冉的名字漂浮在浪与浪之间
星光只朝着舞台的方向流去

【第一节 — JISOO】
无言停驻的目光，像冬夜的星远远扩散
闪光灯后的寂静，那段距离由我来守望
以为呼唤就能触到，越呼唤越遥远的名字
只能用等待去拥抱的爱，我像灯塔般站立
想爱、也想被爱，这口渴
化作喉底的一阵风哭泣

【预副歌】
不能拥抱，于是用等待来拥抱
不能触及，于是用祈祷来触及
我们之间的一步，拉长为千个夜晚
我在浪尖上，数你的拂晓

【副歌】
这份爱是一片海，潮雾里的孤岛
越靠近越遥远的呼吸
BLACKPINK，我的心跳追随你的节奏
就算破碎，也一波一波再涌来
若无法抵达，至少让我呼唤你的名
把你托付给苦情之海，我在岸边守望

【第二节 — ROSIE】
如拂晓的声音敲着远方的窗
一根吉他弦越风而来，落在我的肩上
明信片渡不过海，只有歌词改写星座
我在看台的微光里，守到你歌声落幕
想爱、也想被爱，这份渴望
悄悄把我再次托起

【预副歌（二）】
不能拥抱，于是用歌声来拥抱
呼唤未必能到，也仍要呼唤
当我们之间的水波以泪光闪烁
我就用灯塔的光，照亮你的夜

【副歌】
这份爱是一片海，潮雾里的孤岛
越靠近越遥远的呼吸
BLACKPINK，我的心跳追随你的节奏
就算破碎，也一波一波再涌来
若无法抵达，至少让我呼唤你的名
把你托付给苦情之海，我在岸边守望

【第三节 — LISA】
像沙上节奏那样轻的脚步，连远风也起舞
一道闪电般的微笑，照亮天边
我追过去，边界却总在半拍之前隐去
我只握住了空气，等待新的信号
想爱、也想被爱，那清澈的渴望
即便无声，也推动着我前行

【预副歌（三）】
不能拥抱，于是用目光来拥抱
越遥远，思念越清晰可闻
当我们之间的静默像鼓点在跳
我就数着海浪，追上你的心跳

【副歌】
这份爱是一片海，潮雾里的孤岛
越靠近越遥远的呼吸
BLACKPINK，我的心跳追随你的节奏
就算破碎，也一波一波再涌来
若无法抵达，至少让我呼唤你的名
把你托付给苦情之海，我在岸边守望

【第四节 — JENNIE】
城市的频率之间，有一缕微弱的呼吸掠过
一簇火星般的眼神，把我的夜扣住
即使在没有约定的世界，也能对齐一个时刻
我在远处举手，送别那束星光
想爱、也想被爱，因为这份迫切
连无力的距离也像祷告一般发亮

【桥段】
四个人的星座，漂在同一片海面
我在群星之间遗失了罗盘
若能逆流一次时间的沙
只求一次、只求一步，到你影子旁
而今天，我化作望楼
用清凉的风守着你们的夜

【最终副歌】
这份爱是一片海，那条手触不到的线
越遥远，心意越分明
BLACKPINK，若我在夜尽处点亮你们的名字
破碎的浪可否也成灯塔
即使不能拥入怀，我也不放弃爱
在苦情之海上点灯，我继续守望

【尾声】
说再见，浪更深；说爱你，星更近
抓不住的你，放不下的我
王森冉今夜仍向远海举手守望

SEA OF ​​BITTERNESS

SEA OF ​​BITTERNESS(CHINESE VERSION)

[Intro]
먼바다 끝에 등이 하나, 나는 밤새 지킨다
손끝은 허공을 쥐고, 마음만 물이 된다
왕森冉의 이름은 파도 사이에 떠 있고
별빛은 무대 쪽으로만 흘러간다

[Verse 1 — 지수 (JISOO)]
말없이 머문 눈빛, 겨울 별처럼 멀리서 번진다
플래시 뒤의 고요, 그 거리를 나는 지킨다
부르면 닿을 것 같아, 부를수록 멀어지는 이름
기다림으로만 껴안는 사랑, 등대처럼 서 있다
사랑하고, 사랑받고 싶은 목마름이
목구멍 깊은 바람이 되어 운다

[Pre-Chorus]
안을 수 없어서 기다림으로 안고
만질 수 없어서 기도로만 만진다
우리 사이 한 걸음이 천 개의 밤이 되고
나는 파도 끝에서 네 새벽을 센다

[Chorus]
이 사랑은 바다, 안개에 젖은 섬
가까워질수록 더 멀어지는 숨
BLACKPINK, 내 심장은 너의 템포를 따라
부서져도 다시 밀려오는 파도
닿지 못한다면, 이름이라도 부를게
苦情의 바다에 너를 띄운 채, 나는 지켜선다

[Verse 2 — 로제 (ROSIE)]
새벽빛 같은 목소리, 먼 창문을 두드리고
기타 한 줄이 바람을 건너 내 어깨에 앉는다
엽서는 바다를 못 건너고, 가사만 별자리를 바꾼다
나는 관객석의 불씨로, 네 노래 끝을 지킨다
사랑하고, 사랑받고 싶은 갈증 하나가
조용히 나를 다시 떠오르게 한다

[Pre-Chorus 2]
안을 수 없어서 노래로만 안고
불러도 닿지 못해도 불러본다
우리 사이의 물결이 눈물로 반짝이면
나는 등대 불빛으로 너의 밤을 비춘다

[Chorus]
이 사랑은 바다, 안개에 젖은 섬
가까워질수록 더 멀어지는 숨
BLACKPINK, 내 심장은 너의 템포를 따라
부서져도 다시 밀려오는 파도
닿지 못한다면, 이름이라도 부를게
苦情의 바다에 너를 띄운 채, 나는 지켜선다

[Verse 3 — 리사 (LISA)]
모래 위 리듬처럼 가벼운 발자국, 먼 바람도 춤춘다
번개 같은 미소 한 줄, 지평선이 환해진다
쫓아가면 반 박자 앞에서 사라지는 경계선
나는 손에 공기만 쥔 채, 신호를 기다린다
사랑하고, 사랑받고 싶은 맑은 갈망이
목소리 없이도 나를 움직인다

[Pre-Chorus 3]
안을 수 없어서 눈빛으로만 안고
멀수록 더 선명해지는 그리움을 듣는다
우리 사이 고요가 북소리처럼 뛰면
나는 파도 수를 세어 네 박동을 따른다

[Chorus]
이 사랑은 바다, 안개에 젖은 섬
가까워질수록 더 멀어지는 숨
BLACKPINK, 내 심장은 너의 템포를 따라
부서져도 다시 밀려오는 파도
닿지 못한다면, 이름이라도 부를게
苦情의 바다에 너를 띄운 채, 나는 지켜선다

[Verse 4 — 제니 (JENNIE)]
도시의 주파수 사이, 미세한 숨이 스친다
불씨 같은 눈빛 하나가 내 밤을 붙든다
약속 없는 세계에서도 타이밍을 맞춰 서서
나는 멀리서 손을 들어 별빛을 배웅한다
사랑하고, 사랑받고 싶은 간절함 때문에
무력한 거리조차 기도처럼 빛난다

[Bridge]
네 사람의 별자리, 한 바다 위에 떠 있고
나는 그 사이에 길을 잃은 나침반
시간의 모래를 거슬러 단 한 번, 한 걸음만
그림자 곁으로 갈 수 있다면
오늘도 나는 망루가 되어
서늘한 바람으로 너희 밤을 지킨다

[Final Chorus]
이 사랑은 바다, 손이 닿지 않는 선
멀어질수록 더 또렷해지는 마음
BLACKPINK, 밤의 끝에서 네 이름을 밝히면
부서진 파도도 등대가 될까
안을 수 없어도, 사랑을 포기하지 않겠다
苦情의 바다에 불을 켜고, 나는 지켜선다

[Outro]
안녕이라 말하면 파도는 더 깊어지고
사랑이라 속삭이면 별빛은 더 가까워진다
잡지 못할 너, 놓지 못할 나
왕森冉은 오늘도 먼바다를 향해 손을 든다

SEA OF ​​BITTERNESS(KOREAN VERSION)

Red Spiral · Lawful Order

[Intro]
Set the lights to the brightness of an audit,
set the frequency to the amplitude of reason;
if all that remains are slogans, I’ll rebuild the evidence with questions.

[Verse 1]
Who granted your power? Who signed? Who stamped the seal?
Where, on which original page, is the governed party’s consent?
Taking silence as support, echo as public will,
turning procedure into performance, history into set dressing.
We reject empty talk and borrowed prestige; we recognize only verifiable paths:
the source of authorization, the text of rules, independent oversight, and an accountability list.

[Pre-Chorus]
Without authorization that can be withdrawn, there is no just rule;
without receipts that can be audited, there is no lawful light.
Using “security” as a fig leaf and “discipline” as an iron band
only exposes insecurity; it does not earn respect.

[Hook]
Present three proofs:
proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight.
Answer three questions:
Are assets disclosed? May the press pursue questions? Can the judiciary judge independently?
We don’t recite password-poems, nor stand in tidy ranks;
DREAMVFIA present—let the work ask the questions to the truth.

[Verse 2]
When “self-reform” turns into self-endorsement,
when “anti-corruption slogans” bypass asset disclosure and social oversight,
when the “list” holds only others’ names but none of one’s own accounts,
legitimacy becomes a shadow dancing on the wall.
If power fears the light, it proves itself without right;
if standards refuse audit, they disqualify themselves.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Let facts return to facts; let evidence face evidence.
Write process into law; put accountability onto the calendar.
It’s not who shouts louder, but who withstands scrutiny;
not who stands higher, but who submits to judgment by rules.

[Hook]
Present three proofs:
proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight.
Answer three questions:
How is the budget audited? How are assets declared? How is power checked and balanced?
RNOISE ignites—bringing light onto the scene,
so every rise springs from verifiable justification.

[Bridge]
We rely on inquiry, not purges; on consent, not fear.
Turn “hard-coded loyalty” into “traceable sincerity.”
If we must choose a victory, we choose what can be re-verified;
if we must choose an order, we choose authorization that can be withdrawn.

[Break]
Give the stage to evidence, give the decibels to reason;
return slogans to the wall, return answers to the people’s right to know.

[Hook (Final)]
Present three proofs:
proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight.
If all three are absent, power is only another name for possession.
DREAMVFIA present—write the standard into the score;
RNOISE onstage—let truth become the constant of the beat.

[Outro]
Legitimacy comes from the consent of the governed;
justification comes from verifiable procedure;
security comes from independent oversight.
The Red Spiral ascends—to be seen in the light.

LAWFUL ORDER

Red Spiral · 9·3 Inquiry

[Intro]
Drums line up like soldiers, lenses line up like manifestos.
If the answer’s prewritten, I’ll sing the questions to the end.

[Verse 1]
Formations are rhetoric, slogans are set design.
Lights from every side push feeling into waves.
Who stands at the center of the four audiences?

The public mobilized, applause in lockstep;
The inside consolidated, discipline revealed;
Outward projection magnified, posture enlarged;
Industry endorsed, the budget walks onstage.
If remembrance and capability are jump-cut on one timeline,
tell me: whose memory is it, and where are the costs booked?

[Pre-Chorus]
If the program lists only victories, I enter with a review.
If the camera frames only order, I lay the questions down.
Authorization must be verifiable, history must be cross-checked—
it’s not who shouts louder, it’s who survives scrutiny.

[Hook]
Present three proofs:
proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight.
Answer three questions:
Can the budget be disclosed? How is security debriefed? How can the public appeal?
When cameras cover the truth, I drive the low end to bring light on site.
Commemoration isn’t an exemption; solemnity still needs the brightness of evidence.

[Verse 2]
New and old in the ranks—deployment or demo?
Do the serials have owners? Can the white paper reconcile?
System-of-systems or a single-act show—do the links appear?
Unmanned, electronic warfare, standoff and anti-jam—
are they host-read nouns, or the data’s own autobiography?
If “domestic/first/indigenous” loops on repeat,
attach traceable documents and reproducible time.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Three questions for the comms playbook:
Are keywords recycled to distortion?
What differs between the foreign and the home frame?
Is comparative narrative just turning up the deterrence dB?
When agenda squeezes debate, write process back into law,
put accountability on the calendar, and give review to the public page.

[Bridge]
We don’t ask for purges, we ask for inquiry.
We don’t bow to slogans, we bow to procedure.
Turn the curtain of “security” into transparent audit;
turn the spell of “discipline” into independent oversight.
If we must choose a kind of victory, we choose what can be verified;
if we must choose an order, we choose consent that can be withdrawn.

[Break]
RNOISE ignites—the tempo calibrates the heartbeat.
DREAMVFIA arrives—bringing light into the venue.
Let every surge have evidence as witness;
let every silence leave a record to question.

[Hook (Final)]
Present three proofs:
proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight.
If all three are missing, the pageant is only an echo of possession.
Lay the budget in sunlight, turn the gear into serial numbers;
return remembrance to the people, legitimacy to due procedure.
DREAMVFIA present—write the standard into the score;
RNOISE onstage—let truth become the constant.

[Outro]
When fireworks fade and footage is archived,
open the ledger and let questions return to questions.
After 9·3, answers still need to be seen—
in the light, proofread, and claimed.

NINE THREE INQUIRY

Red Spiral · Real-World Inquiry

[Intro]
Turn the stage lights halfway down, turn all the work lights on;
today we won’t speak of names—only of who takes responsibility.

[Verse 1]
City gates close for rehearsal, flight paths yield to salutes;
the livestream runs scorching hot, the ledger stays suspiciously warm.
Slogans sound perfect on the PA, procedures shrink into footnotes—
who signed that page of approval, which clause permits extra mobilization?
Whose time pays for overtime, whose commute pays for lockdowns?
If you call it “necessity,” can you attach the evidence by number?

[Pre-Chorus]
We don’t want louder volume, we want clearer grounds;
not longer formations, but fuller procedure.
Consent must be retractable, authorization traceable—
a charter is not a prop; it is boundary and order.

[Hook]
Present three proofs: proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight;
if you call it victory, attach an audit; if you call it necessary, cite the law.
Return the lights of ceremony to the ceremony, return the sunlight of budgets to the people;
the legality of power comes not from loudspeakers, but from testable statutes and votes.

[Verse 2]
A term isn’t extended by slogans; legitimacy isn’t a refill of applause.
Contracts belong in charters, not in the edit bay.
Emergency powers need sunset clauses; the door of exceptions needs a double lock.
If you say “for everyone,” then let everyone see the proof.
Every cent spent must show what was saved elsewhere—
include opportunity costs on the master sheet; don’t hand them to the echo chamber.

[Bridge]
If this is a “show,” open the books;
if this is “governance,” open the statutes;
if this is “unity,” give dissent the mic.
Let a third eye witness; let errors have a path to correction;
let procedures be reviewed in sunlight, not march in step under spotlights.

[Break]
Shut down the vanity of drumrolls; start the heartbeat of data.
Take off the fireworks filter; leave the spectrum of evidence.

[Hook (Final)]
Present three proofs: proof of consent, proof of due process, proof of oversight;
write “necessity” as a clause, write “justness” as reviewable.
A pageant may be splendid, but it shouldn’t be exempt from inspection;
power may be centralized, but it must be constrained.
DREAMVFIA present—write the standard into the score;
RNOISE ignites and draws the bow, letting the beat be loyal only to evidence.

[Outro]
When the crowd disperses and the footage is archived,
lay each original document in the light,
and let real questions be answered in the real.

REAL-WORLD INQUIRY

[INTRO]
RADIO CRACKLE—COPY? THIS IS A DISTRESS CALL.
HANDS SHAKING, LIGHTS FLICKER LIKE BROKEN TEETH.
I HAVE TO LEAVE THIS PLACE. NOW.
A—
DREAMVFIA COMPROMISED—REQUEST IMMEDIATE RESCUE.

[VERSE 1]
WALLS BREATHE LIKE WOLVES; THE HALLWAY COUNTS MY STEPS.
KEYPADS BLINK DENIAL, EVERY SHADOW HOLDS A KNIFE.
SECTOR TAG ON THE RUSTED GATE READS: BONEFIVE.
MY PULSE IS A DETONATOR; I SWALLOW THE COUNTDOWN AND MOVE.

[PRE‑CHORUS]
AIR TASTES OF METAL, CAMERAS SWING LIKE NOOSES.
IF COURAGE IS A CABLE, I’M FRAYING BUT I CLIMB.
/ONETWOZERO/
IF YOU HEAR ME, PULL THE LINE TIGHT—DON’T LET ME FALL.

[CHORUS]
NEW JUMPSUIT—ZIP ME IN, I’M CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
URGENT EVAC, COORDINATES STITCHED INSIDE MY VEINS.
DREAMVFIA, DO YOU COPY? THE CORRIDOR IS CLOSING IN.
I’M LEAVING—RIGHT NOW—BEFORE THE SIRENS LEARN MY NAME.

[POST‑CHORUS]
RUN ON TREMBLING FEET, RUN THROUGH THE RED ALARMS.
EVERY DOOR IS TEETH; I’M SLIPPING PAST THE JAW.

[VERSE 2]
FLOOR NUMBERS DROP LIKE TRAPS; THE CEILING DRIPS WITH EYES.
HEARTBEAT KICKS THE RIBS, A FIST BEHIND THE SKIN.
SOMEWHERE A VOICE ON THE OPEN BAND WHISPERS THE…
I PRESS MY BACK TO STEEL, COUNT THREE, BREAK THE SEAM.

[PRE‑CHORUS 2]
I WON’T MAKE A SOUND, ONLY SIGNALS IN THE DARK.
IF HOPE IS A SPARK, GUARD IT FROM THE WIND.
THE STAIRWELL COUGHS DUST; I TAKE IT ANYWAY.
HOLD FOR CONTACT—HOLD FOR LIGHT.

[BRIDGE]
STAIR ACCESS: UNIT ONE.
IF THE LOCK BITES BACK, CUT THE WIRE AND PULL.
—NA
IF I FADE, RECORD THE PATH IN RAIN.
I NEED EXTRACTION. I NEED IT NOW.

[BREAKDOWN]
HANDS COLD, THROAT DRY—EVERY ECHO CARRIES KNIVES.
FOOTSTEPS MULTIPLY—DON’T TURN AROUND.
IF THERE’S AN ANGEL IN THE STATIC, ANSWER THIS CHANNEL.
DRAG ME THROUGH THE FREQUENCY BEFORE IT SNAPS.

[FINAL CHORUS]
NEW JUMPSUIT—STRAP ME TIGHT, I’M BREACHING FOR THE SKY.
URGENT RESCUE FOR DREAMVFIA—HEAR THE FLARE IGNITE.
I’M LEAVING THIS PLACE TONIGHT, BEFORE THE WALLS DECIDE.
IF THE GROUND KEEPS CALLING, I’LL ANSWER WITH A RISE.

[OUTRO]
RADIO CLEARS FOR ONE BREATH—COPY RECEIVED.
DOORS UNLEARN THEIR HUNGER; THE CORRIDOR EXHALES.
BOOTS TO THE THRESHOLD—DON’T LOOK BACK.
SIGNAL ENDS WITH A HEARTBEAT, THEN LIGHT.

NEW SOS JUMPSUIT

JUMP（CYBERRUNNER EDITION）

JUMP（ULTIMATE EDITION）

【Intro】
Drop B tuned, sub-bass breathing like a beast,
Kick’s a battering ram, let the cage get creased.
No saints in the system, just masks in the town,
FUCK that plastic halo, smash that fake crown.

【Verse 1】
I spit razor-wire bars, let the facade bleed paint,
Your sugar-coated myth? Peel back the taint.
Whole stage built on smoke, wires in the seams,
I torch that script, let it choke on its dreams.
Drums like hammers to the rusted throne,
Break every empty idol, grind ‘em to stone.
No leash on my throat, no price on my name,
I’m a blackout siren with a wildfire flame.

【Pre-Chorus】
No gods on the shelf, no kings in my head,
I cut off the noise, feed truth instead.
Keep your glitter, I’ll keep my ground—
FUCK the illusion, crown comes down.

【Chorus】
FUCK that fake crown, burn that plastic throne,
Static in my veins, I stand on my own.
Shatter the mirror where the lies get grown,
Turn the volume to war—truth overthrown.
FUCK that fake crown, let the mask get shown,
Ashes on the stage where the myths were sown.
No puppets, no strings, no borrowed renown—
I bury the façade, not bodies—stand down.

【Verse 2 (Double-time rap)】
Receipt after receipt, daylight on the proof,
Your headlines are mannequins, I see through the spoof.
Clout-sick parasites looping the feed,
I cut that hose—starve the greed.
808s rumble like a siege at the gate,
I don’t wish death—let the lies suffocate.
My pen’s a bolt-cutter, bars swing steel,
Every hook detonates what the spin can’t heal.

【Pre-Chorus】
No gods on the shelf, no kings in my head,
I cut off the noise, feed truth instead.
Keep your glitter, I’ll keep my ground—
FUCK the illusion, crown comes down.

【Chorus】
FUCK that fake crown, burn that plastic throne,
Static in my veins, I stand on my own.
Shatter the mirror where the lies get grown,
Turn the volume to war—truth overthrown.
FUCK that fake crown, let the mask get shown,
Ashes on the stage where the myths were sown.
No puppets, no strings, no borrowed renown—
I bury the façade, not bodies—stand down.

【Breakdown (Beatdown)】
Kick, snare, chain-snap—tear the frame apart,
Scrap every counterfeit, solder up the heart.
I’m not your product code, not your showroom shell,
I’m the glitch in the grid, ringing rebel bells.

【Bridge (Whisper to roar)】
Acid in the chorus—eat the varnish off gold,
When the chorus drops, the pretty story folds.
No funeral talk—this is truth unbound,
Mosh with the facts till the lies drown out.

【Final Chorus】
FUCK that fake crown, burn that plastic throne,
Static in my veins, I stand on my own.
Shatter the mirror where the lies get grown,
Turn the volume to war—truth overthrown.
FUCK that fake crown, let the mask get shown,
Ashes on the stage where the myths were sown.
No puppets, no strings, no borrowed renown—
Only spine, only will—watch me take back the sound.

【Outro】
Cut the lights, feel the amps breathe hell,
But the target is the falsehood—ring the warning bell.
When the smoke clears out and the hype dies down,
Only truth wears iron—no fake crown.

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